Rick Ross, Ludacris - Black Man's Dream lyrics

See I’m black man chillin with
My black man stride
Seat back man, cruisin’ in my black man ride
Making white man money
Supplying all the fiends
Yeah I guess you say I’m living
Out the black man’s dream

Punish all these niggas
Fucking all these bitches
Buying every diamond
Every weapon in existence
Terminator X, I’m a public enemy
Born in the ghetto, Ferrari born in Italy
Head of a family, like a Don, Sicily
Sex, money, murder
I’m investing all my energy
Billionaire eventually
Hustler of the century
Source cover, Man of the Year, envy me
One for the money, two for the hoes
Got 3 bricks headed straight for your nose
Smile for your camera while
Your whole face froze
Stack up all them bodies
I’mma whole case load
Middle of December I will
Melt your fucking snow
While my price is high
I get you dealt with for the low
Black man’s World, white man drugs
No discrimination for my Mexican plugs

See I’m black man chillin with
My black man stride
Seat back man, cruisin’ in my black man ride
Making white man money
Supplying all the fiends
Yeah I guess you say I’m living
Out the black man’s dream

Check me out, it go one for the money
Two for the hoes
Three to put that sticky green
Scent up to my nose
Nigga roll it with precision
And fuck an intervention
I’m the boss muthafucker don’t
Need nobody permission
You can catch me all up in
New additions like Michael Pippens
Girl face upon my lap
Now that’s a head on collision
We find out who been snitching then
These niggas come up missing
Yeah the chopper see right through
It got x ray vision now my culinary arts
Hustlers cooking in the kitchen
Get your money then get out
You better make the right decision
Or you might be clanking metal
Maybe swimming with the fishes
But I guess it’s do or die
For these black man riches
So I bought myself a Rover and
A Beemer for the Mrs
Chrome lips all on the whip and
Yeah that bitch be blowing kisses
Now some niggas may not like me
Cause I never flip the bird
But these niggas gon respect me
Mark my muthafucking words

See I’m black man chillin with
My black man stride
Seat back man, cruisin’ in my black man ride
Making white man money
Supplying all the fiends
Yeah I guess you say I’m living
Out the black man’s dream